There are three levels in the sky and eighteen levels in the earth. Each level of the sky is a big world, and the thirty-three levels of the world are filled with chaos. Each of the big worlds has a kind of magic, and the first level of the sky is the Nine Heavens Gangfeng!

It can dissolve the bones of the physical body and corrode the soul of the soul. No bones will be left if you go down to the heavenly level. Even if you step into it on the heavenly level, you have to be careful.

The green silk under Qing Ling's feet stretched out, and he could move across the sky at extremely fast speeds. He walked with his feet on the green silk, and the green silk Dao stretched in the void. The size of Sumeru shrunk between his feet. It felt like he was so close to the end of the world. In an instant, a hundred thousand people

inside.

The distance between him and the person behind him quickly widened, and the white brilliance of the god's body gradually dissipated, and its wings gradually turned into black. The white dissipated, and the magical power gradually dried up. Looking at the Qingling going away, despair gradually grew in his eyes.

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The pursuers behind him are getting closer and closer. Once captured, what awaits him will be worse than death, with no chance of survival.

Just when he was about to give up, he suddenly saw the man in front of him who had gone away flying back at a faster speed. He felt happy, as if he saw the hope of life.

In the cyan rainbow, Qing Ling was extremely depressed. The puppets he had released earlier found traces of more than ten golden immortals from the Toad tribe, right in front of him.

If Qing Ling goes in with a python, he may be under siege. Even though he is the Holy Son, each tribe has many ways to capture the Holy Son without violating the Twelve Orders. With the hostile relationship between Xishan and the Toad Clan, Qing Ling cannot

Take risks.

Therefore, Qing Ling made a decisive decision, turned into a thousand green silk threads, turned around and fled at an incredible speed, covering a big bat with green light, and then headed westward to enter the chaotic land ahead of time.

Behind her, the elder of the Chimu Clan looked gloomy. She summoned more than a dozen elders from the Golden Immortal Clan in advance to block the front. She wanted to attack from both sides and capture the innate spiritual fetus and the Holy Son of Xishan in one fell swoop. Unexpectedly, this person

As if he had predicted it in advance, he rushed into the realm of chaos.

She asked in a deep voice: "God's envoy, do you still want to pursue me?"

"Chase!"

The girl uttered a word coldly, and her light escape speed increased to keep up with Qing Ling's light escape. The old woman had no choice but to continue following behind.

As for the Golden Immortals from the Chongshan tribes, they did not continue to pursue it. As long as the Toad tribe did not obtain this object, and this place was already close to the Toad tribe's deep ground, they would not be able to escape if there was an ambush.

Qing Ling's face was calm, and her spiritual thoughts swept over the old and the young behind her. Qingsi accelerated under her feet again, passing through the sky with tremendous force, and her escape speed was even three points faster than Taiyi Daxiu.

After all, with the help of the Dao Taboo of the innate spiritual treasure, it already has a trace of spatial meaning. The speed is naturally extremely fast.

He captured the bat and imprisoned the spirit in his sleeve. After all, it was all caused by this bat, so he couldn't take the blame and get nothing.

Qing Ling used the Sky Rope to move to the extreme, and flew away in the Nine Heavens Gang Wind Layer. Several Golden Immortal Venerables she met were frightened away by this terrifying escape speed, for fear of provoking Taiyi Daxiu.

With his escape skills fully activated, he entered the land of chaos in just half a day. Once he entered, the sky was filled with yellow sand. It was the kind of desert that was lifeless and inhabited. The sky was filled with yellow sand, wind and dust, and was completely desolate.

Seeing this, Qing Ling fell straight down into the sky and flew into the vast desert.

The wind is blowing in the desert right now. The wind is howling, the sky and the earth are dim, and countless grains of sand are blowing towards your face.

Dressed in green clothes, he walked in alone and was swallowed up by the wind and sand. Qing Ling's breath was blown to every corner of the desert by the wind and sand. Even if the two people behind him chased him, they could only explore it bit by bit.

Qing Ling was in the dim sky and the earth. He flicked his sleeves and saw thousands of little earth-yellow figures falling on the gravel, lowering their heads in a daze.

"Hoo~"

A mouthful of green air was blown out and dispersed into the puppets. The green energy entered the body, and each of the puppets came to life. They straightened their heads, swung their tiny arms and legs, twisted their necks, and jumped up and down.

The primordial spirit at Qingling's entrance shot out thousands of extremely slender spiritual crystal threads into the mind of the puppet villain in an instant.

"Go ahead."

Immediately, the little people's bodies merged into the desert, sank into the ground and ran in all directions.

And Qing Ling also sank into the earth, sneaked under the desert, and moved southward cautiously.

Not long after Qing Ling left, two rays of light flickered in the wind and sand, and a girl in white and an old woman in green appeared. The two of them searched with their spiritual senses for a long time, and found that the remaining aura of Qingmu was everywhere in the world, and they could not tell where Qing Ling had gone.

The old woman spoke out: "Don't be angry, God. This son is the Holy Son of Xishan. As long as the Xishan Snake Clan is destroyed, the innate spiritual objects in his hands will never escape!"

The girl in white had a lot of anger on her face, but she still held it back and said, "Thank you, fellow Taoist, for reminding me. This place of chaos is indeed not a place where you can act recklessly.

My identity must not be revealed, but it is too dangerous to go deep alone. It is inevitable that some Da Luo Supreme will see through my identity.

The Xishan Snake Clan? It really should be destroyed!"

The two rested for a while, then turned around and left the place without saying a word.

However, not long after the two left, a native about ten feet tall suddenly stretched out his head in the desert and made a dull sound in his belly. "Hey, this really surprises me. Is the relationship between the three tribes already so complicated?"

After the words fell, the body of the native instantly fell apart, as if it had lost its divine power and completely turned into a piece of sand again.

And three days later, a little puppet jumped out of the desert uneasily, and a glimmer of light appeared in the turbid eyeballs.

It looked at the sand dunes and found that there was nothing abnormal. Then it escaped through the earth as fast as possible, regardless of the strange phenomena caused by the earth escape. This puppet was exactly the slightly different puppet lurking outside the small world.

Qing Ling naturally saw and heard the native talking to himself through its ears and eyes, and was surprised and doubtful that there really was a crouching tiger, hidden dragon in the chaotic land.

That native also seemed to be a powerful spiritual clone, but it was obviously a hundred times more powerful than his puppet.

He had been escaping in this dangerous desert for three days, encountered countless poisonous sandworms, and had lost more than 300 puppets. There were too many weird insect beasts lurking out of the ground, and he really couldn't escape.

Therefore, Qing Ling can only walk on foot, and cannot fly or escape.

In this chaotic place, unless you are a Daluo Jinxian, you have to keep your tail between your legs to survive.

Qing Ling was waving his hand on a sand dune to release the bats he had imprisoned.

At this moment, the little bat, which was only one foot in size, flapped its wings and saluted Qingling: "Thank you, God, for saving me."

Qing Ling squatted down with a half-smile, poked it with his finger, and said with a smile: "Let me tell you where you come from. I want to decide whether it is more delicious roasted over fire or deep-fried. I have never tasted the innate gods.

Woolen cloth!"

As he spoke, he smiled faintly, opened his mouth and spit out the snake letter, as if sniffing its scent. This is a subconscious action of snakes when hunting. It is not only equivalent to the eyes that distinguish objects, but also means that this snake has come to eat.

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The humble and small bat underground immediately turned pale with fright, and the black color on its body completely faded away, turning into a pure white bat. Although it didn't quite understand what the savior said, its body instinctively felt something bad.

"The god is joking. The younger one can barely be regarded as a god. He is the hair of the Great God Pangu and is stained with a trace of turbidity. He is a white night bat and calls himself Bai Fu."
Chapter completed!